[Vinnie Paz]

I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine

I was working with God when he defined time

I was there when the guns first let off

There when they cut King Charles head off

There when the CIA battled the crack

And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt

Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy

Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy

I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your wisdom

Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison

Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all

And cover your body with stitches like a baseball

I fucking lace y'all with the word of the sword

And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord

You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees

Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues



[Vinnie Paz]

Fuck ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness

Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers

Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips

I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips

You fucking goons are sick, and y'all can see that

and y'all are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak

So lets take a walk through the tivest town

I'm the diven science of the light and the sound

I'm the sublime giant with the right to the crown

I'm the divine tyrant and I'm striking you down

So I teach my kin to attack the beast

For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Makavis

You wack MC's catch a hook to the head

Cause y'all don't know about the tibetan book of the dead

You don't know about anything that's important

About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan

About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan's wratch

But I don't fuck with you, you walking down the pagan's path



[Vinnie Paz]

I'm a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen

What makes me smile is another's misfortune

I like to see your body in flames scortchin'

I like to see a part of your brain auctioned

I like to see inside of your main organs

I like to see inside of your veins pourin'

I find beauty in another's pain

I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't fuckin' change

I find serenity in torture

My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author

Its called God Consciousness

Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness

I stay ready for the combat

While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at..

I stay ready for the combat

While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at